Among all the critters that inhabit the desert is the coyote. We usually see them in winter months when they come to lower elevations looking for prey, although I do have a nice pic of one I took in the middle of the day during May a couple of years ago. I was as shocked to see him as he was to see me, but he wasn’t afraid at all as I went outside with my camera.
About three days ago right about sunset we saw three coyotes hunting in a pack in the back desert. The back desert is really a part of my backyard although we have a block wall up to separate the two. I’m sure these guys were out looking for pets in the backyards of the houses in our neighborhood. I could only get a pic of one of them, as it watched the other two further down the bluff, because it was getting dark. They meandered down the hill to my back wall and then went off toward the neighbors. I prayed all the people had their pets in the house that night. The policeman next door lets his cats run all over the neighborhood and isn’t concerned at all telling me “they have nine lives?” What? He makes me so disgusted because he has small kids who care for the cats and it would be devastating to them to see one run over in front of the house. He’s very insensitive to that. The lady on the other side of us, further down the street, lets her cats out during the day but brings them in at night.
Now we don’t know if any animals in the neighborhood became prey to these coyotes that night or not. We had the TV on, windows closed, and it was just as well. We’ve heard the howls in the desert on many a night since we’ve moved here and the last screams of animals that became dinner. It sends shivers up my spine even though I know that this is nature and it’s been going on way before me and will go on way after I’m gone. After all, animals can’t go to the grocery store like we do, can they? It’s all about survival and you have to eat to survive.
On an unrelated note, I had a flat tire today that took up most of my day. I haven’t had a flat in twenty or thirty years. Even my spare tire was flat. I was glad I have an honest mechanic I could call to the rescue because hubby was at work. So now I have to buy a new tire and they aren’t cheap for my car. That’s a whole other story. At least my rim is okay and I’m safe so I’ll deal with the rest of it tomorrow.